THE X-MEN FIRST CLASS KINK MEME: PROMPT POST
You know why you're here. You've seen the movie. You're asking yourself, "So where was the gratuitous Emma Frost as White Queen in a corset? When did Mystique totally make it with Beast? WHY IN HEAVENS DID XAVIER AND MAGNETO NEVER MAKE OUT
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I’m sure I can figure out the city on my own. Esp as I don’t get out of the house much.
Hank doesn’t get out of the house at all, frankly. He wishes that the best fellowship he got wasn’t somewhere where so many people could see him whenever he leaves the house. He’s been living like a shut-in for the past few months, going out only occasionally in the dim hours between midnight and morning, and if it weren’t for the fellowship--the work he’s doing is fascinating, and his hours in the lab pass in a blur of discovery. It’s the other hours, the ones where he’s waiting around for Raven, that don’t go so well. And it’s a rather unfortunate fact that the Beast, as he is, is somewhat better suited to being outside.
Raven comes home the next, slipping out of her disguise as soon as she shuts the door.
“Recruiting’s going along,” she says, grinning like a sphinx.
“Any interesting powers?” he says, then quickly addends, “Or, you know, don’t tell me.”
“I can’t give away our team” she says, almost apologetic. Erik had permitted her and Hank to cohabit only grudgingly, after Raven pointed out that his chess matches with Charles were not exactly in the spirit of extreme secrecy on either side.
“There should be a certain cameraderie among mutants, shouldn’t there?” she had said. “There are few enough of us at it is.”
“Okay, so let’s talk about something else,” Hank offers, and Raven looks at him speculatively.
“You and Alex aren’t friends now, are you?” she asks. “Since I left.”
“He’s pretty close with Sean, I think. And Darwin, since he got back,” Hank says. “Can I tell you that?”
“We know Darwin’s back, dumbass,” Raven snorts. “Emma picked up on that pretty quick.”
“Right, Emma,” Hank said. “How is she? Still frigid?”
“She’s not all bad,” Raven says, and Hank can feel his face growing skeptical.
“Frigid might be one word I would use,” Raven admits. “But I would also use other words. And it’s not like you ever properly met her.”
“Yeah, but you know, rumors,” Hank says, and waves one large hand in an imitation of airiness.
Raven’s lips curl into a grin.
9/29/1966
Yeah, how is Raven doing? Is she spying on the X-Men? You better be feeding her misinformation.
“You got another one,” Raven says, dropping the postcard on the long lab table in front of Hank. On the front there’s a picture of the Statue of Liberty, the oxidized copper far too green, in the picture. Hank imagines the entire statue smells like pennies, though he’s aware that the scent has as much to do with the oil on his hands as the metal itself.
“He does realize that we have an agreement for this, doesn’t he?” Raven asks. “This house is Switzerland.”
“I think he’s trying to be clever,” Hank says, turning the postcard over. “Why are you reading my mail?”
“It’s a postcard, Hank,” Raven says. “Of course I read it.”
Hank allows himself a small smile at that, and puts the postcard down on the counter.
“Want to hear about the status of the research?” he asks, and Raven sighs and sits down on the stool next to his.
“So?” she says. “How’s it going?”
Well, is the answer. It’s going well. Everything in the lab is fitting together in the neat way things rarely fit together in the lab; a reminder that science, while rarely tidy, is slightly tidier than life. Somewhat. In a very small way. Part of the fellowship, for Hank, is trying to keep tighter control on his research, to make sure he doesn’t make mistakes (or rather, magnificent fuck-ups) like the one he made with the serum.
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